Luyện nghe bài hát Saint Huck

1]
Born of the
of its ever-changing, never-changing murky water
Oh riverboat just rollin' along the great great greasy city
Huck like a Saint, upon its deck
If ya catch a Saint
Then bait ya hook, let's a walk...

O come to me!, O come to me!' is the dirty city
Say to Huck...
Woah-woah, woah!
Woah-woah, woah!
Huck! Huck!

2]
Straight in the of the city goes Huck
Down the beckonin' of op-po-tunity
his favorite river-song...
And a bad-blind nigger at the
Buts a blooo lilt into that sing-a-long
Huck something's wrong!
Sirens in the city
And lil-Ulysses to putty
And Ol' Man got a bone to pick!
And our hardly got a bone to suck!

He go, woah-woah, woah!
Woah-woah, woah!
Huck! Huck!

3]
The mo-o-o-on, its cycloptic eye
Watches the city streets
Twist and and crack
Saint Huck goes on a now
Saint goes on a dog's-leg now
You the story!
Ya wake up one morning and you you're a thug
Blowing smoke rings in dive
Ya fingers hot and itching, ya cracking ya
Ya bull bristling...
Still he ventures on whistling
And Death reckons time is up

O woah woah!
Huck!
O woah woah!
Huck! Huck!

4]
Yonder go Huck, minus an' wallet gone
Skin his skeleton
No wonder he gets thinner, what with his dinners!
Saint Huck-a-Saint Elvis, Huck-a-Saint Elvis
O you recall the song ya to sing-a-long
Shifting the river-trade on that ol'
is but a dream!
But ya traded in the Mighty ol' man
For the ol' Man Latrine!
The shift
The hustle'n'the bustle and the green-backs
And all the
And the
And the two dollar
O o o ya outta luck, ya luck

Huck! Huck!

5]
This is the track of
Leads to the of despair
Huck whistles like he don't care
But in the pocket of the jacket is a
Lead pellets in there
Up!
Now whistles and he kneels
And he down there
See ya huck, good
A smoke ring above his head
And the rats and the and the men all come
And put a bullet his eye
And the and the drip and the drip of the Mississippi cryin'
And Saint Huck hears his own Mississippi rollin' by him Woah-woah-

Saint Huck! Huck! Saint Huck!


Saint Huck! Huck! Saint Huck!